[ Sam doesn't have high hopes about ever getting rid of this sickness inside him, even if he manages to get home. If what Dean said was right, the ritual would have killed him. Sometimes he finds himself wishing his brother hadn't stopped him in that church with Crowley.
For now, though, Sam's resigned himself to being in this state for the indefinite future. As Samandriel focuses his power, Sam's eyes flutter closed, squeezing tight as he struggles to stay sitting up. It doesn't take long, and while he can still feel it in there the pain is much more manageable, practically ignorable.
Opening his eyes, he blinks for a moment before lifting his arms a little and shaking them out. He rolls his shoulders and sighs. ]
That's a lot better. [ Understatement. ] Thanks, Samandriel. I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?
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For now, though, Sam's resigned himself to being in this state for the indefinite future. As Samandriel focuses his power, Sam's eyes flutter closed, squeezing tight as he struggles to stay sitting up. It doesn't take long, and while he can still feel it in there the pain is much more manageable, practically ignorable.
Opening his eyes, he blinks for a moment before lifting his arms a little and shaking them out. He rolls his shoulders and sighs. ]
That's a lot better. [ Understatement. ] Thanks, Samandriel. I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do to pay you back?